Part 18:
link Arthur carries her heavy suitcase, setting it carefully in the back of her tiny green Mini. As soon as they are inside, he reaches for her, his lips itching to feel hers against them once again.
She sighs, leaning into him, clutching his shoulders as she opens her mouth for him, meeting his searching tongue with hers.
They separate only for air, and Arthur leans his forehead against hers. “Never leave again. At least not without me,” he whispers.
Gwen giggles, and pecks his lips. “I...
